(September 10, 2014 at 9:00 pm)Tonus Wrote: This was quite a few years ago (late 90s probably). I was laying network cable along a row of cubicles (like I said, the 90s) and it was slow going as we had to carefully work it past any and all obstacles. One of those, in a corner office, was a pair of file cabinets. So I flip the cable over the cabinets and am pulling it through the other end, and it's stuck. So I feel around back to see what's got it caught, but after several attempts I can't quite get my hand far enough. Fine, I decide, I'll pull the cable back out on the near side.
The cable comes back, stuck to an old glue trap... with a mouldering mouse right next to the cable, just inches from where I'd stopped and given up. I could see the black patches of rotting skin where the fur had fallen off. I didn't actually touch the mouse, but I kept imagining that I'd gone ahead and felt just another inch or two further and felt that fuzzy-- BLEEGHGHHGHG I still get this chill up my spine just thinking about how close I came.
Not the worst way to learn that lesson, though. I was much more circumspect when I was laying cable after that.
Ha.
Okay, gross story time.
When I was a first year student I worked part time in a hospital working in the morgue. When I moved onto my second year, I had to train a first year to replace me in the morgue.
The day he was sitting in on his first autopsy, I had told him not to eat for 24 hours beforehand. Unfortunately he decided to eat.
The moment they opened the y-incision he threw up - on my shoes.
Playing Cluedo with my mum while I was at Uni:
"You did WHAT? With WHO? WHERE???"
